Beneath the loquat tree, Wang Quan stared silently at the steaming tea.
Yu Wanzhou had set up a little stove to boil water, then brewed tea.
A cultivator droned on:
"Fellow Daoist Flower-Scatter, disaster really is hanging over your head!"
"In this spell contest, plenty of monstrous talents have gathered in the Purple Mansion Realm."
"They'll all find ways to deepen their foundations and boost their combat strength during the contest."
"And you, Yu Wanzhou, and I could all be plotted against, treated as materials, and turned into part of their foundations."
"Your Legend Rating is the highest among us. Everyone has heard your name."
"Ordinary cultivators don't know what that represents, but those monsters among monsters, those prodigies with Legend Ratings of their own, all know what it means."
Wang Quan nodded. "You're absolutely right."
"But I'd still prefer that you stop talking."
The cultivator was stunned.
He had prepared hundreds upon thousands of arguments, all to persuade Wang Quan.
And now he wasn't allowed to speak?
How vexing.
The cultivator scratched his head and looked at Yu Wanzhou. "Fellow Daoist Mortal Dust, joining forces benefits us both, while splitting up..."
Yu Wanzhou gave a soft snort. "Stop wasting so many words."
"Tell us your name first."
At this, the cultivator burst out laughing. "Some monsters among monsters have set their sights on cultivators with Legend Ratings. Under these circumstances, how could I dare give my name?"
Yu Wanzhou said, "Heh..."
"If you don't dare say it, leave."
"Our team doesn't need a coward who won't even dare give his name."
The cultivator's expression soured.
He looked at Wang Quan.
But Wang Quan ignored him completely.
At that moment, lights of various colors appeared in Wang Quan's eyes.
The many lights collided, illusory images arising and fading.
He was